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Show *86 Sir ANTONY LOVE: Or, llf. Sir, I am ferious enough to be angry, if you laugh Sir Ant. But you are in Love with her, you fay. Why every Body that fees her, is in Love with her, if that Wou'd do any good; but is fhe in Love with you ? llf. I think m y Eftate may recommend m y Perfon to * Welcome, where-ever I pretend. Sir Ant. Do's fhe think fo? llf. W h y do you ask the Queftion? Sir Ant. Volante is too Witty, to be very Wife; and requires no Settlement, but her Msn. llf. And w h y may not I be her Man, pray? Sir Ant. Fie, fie, Sir, more Modefty might become a Man of your Gravity! you her Man! no, no, ihe's other-wife difpos'd of, 1 afTure you. ///. What, you follow her! Sir Ant. Nay, you follow her; fhe does not put me to the trouble. llf N o , Sir 1 fhall put you to more trouble, if you don't quit your Pretenfions to h e r - - • Sir Ant. Quit m y Pretenfions to her! llf And promife m e - - Sir Ant. I will promife y o u - - llf. O, will you fo, Sir ? Sir Ant. That (whatever I wou'd have done by fair Means) I will n o w follow her in fpight of your Teeth-* llf. In fpight of m y Teeth- Sir Ant. Purfue her, 'till fhe yield to m y Delires- llf. The Devil you will! Sir Ant. And lie with her under your Nofe. llf. Y o u fhall be damn'd firft. Sir Ant. Nay, then have at the Lady. f Volante entring, fees 'em fighting, Jhneks, and runs out. Sir Antony after her, and returns with her m w llf. This was a Trick to fave his Cowardice. si Ant. I bad rather part with m y Pretention to a Quarrel, than to m y Miftrefs at any time. Vol. I hope you arc not hurt. llf. The RAMBLING LADY. 187 llf Sir, you affert a Privilege, the Lady never gave you, of treating her It that familiar rate. Vol. At what familiar rate ? Sir Ant Sir, you may be refpectful, look limply, and bow at a diftance, in a modeft Defpair, of ever coming nearer, to pleafe; but I a m for a clofer Convention, when I like m y Company. r-: \ .. Vol. lam forry, Sir, m y Carriage gives Offence; bat I muft think you treat m e more familiarly, that laucily fhou'd dare to cenfure me, Hmit m y Actions, and pre-fcribe m e Rules. Sir Ant. A foolifh Fellow, Madam, not worth your Anger; leave him to his Repentance, and your Scorn. llf. I muft bear it all. Vol. But pray, h o w came this Difference? llf. 'Twas your Quarrel, Madam. Vol. I am forry for it. Sir Ant. Y o u may judge what a Husband he'll make, who (being but a Servant) dares afTume an Authority o-ver you , Vol. Which I never gave him, that I remember. Sir Ant. I told you, you were out of the Road of her Favour. [To llford. Vol. The Report of this Quarrel, and the Occafion of it, will be but a fcandalous Addition to m y Fame, when it comes to be the Tattle of the T o w n. If. It fhall go no further for me. Vol. I fuppofe the Folly on't will keep you filent; you may be afliam'd on't indeed. llf. I beg your Pardon for it. Vol. Beg Sir Antony's; for 'till he pardons you, I am. fure, I won't. Sir Ant. There is no Remedy, you muft fubmit. llf I a m a Woman's Fool, and muft obey. [They Embrace^ Sir Ant. 'Tis many a wife Man's Fortune. llf W e are Friends. Vol If you have Favours to expect from me, defcrve em by fair Means. Sir |